Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.